AUTHOR’S NOTE:

This story depicts a loving, consensual relationship between mature adults with mutually agreed rules and boundaries. Do not attempt to recreate any of this without first discussing and agreeing both partners’ needs, desires and boundaries.

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“Tell me why you need to be punished.”

Lola Night was standing naked bar a set of nipple clamps and chains, bent over the edge of the bed, while her Master stood behind her, fully clothed, and in no mood for brattishness. How had she ended up in this predicament?

* * * * *

Upon entering the bedroom, she had found him sitting calmly in his small armchair, his elbows on the arms, his fingertips pressed together.

“How are you feeling, my kitten?”

“Very good, Master,” she had replied, uncertainly, since she felt something was up.

“Not for long, then.” Apparently something WAS up.

“Take off your dress.”

Lola tried to think what might be behind this, and hesitated a little too long.

“I really wouldn’t recommend you keep me waiting, kitten.”

The tone of his voice was serious, commanding, and made her feel she had done something very wrong… and should not compound whatever mistake it was. She quickly unbuttoned her dress, and let it slip to the floor.

“Come here.”

She quickly walked over to him, and knelt at his knees, not because this was a particular habit or ritual, but because she felt it would please him.

“My kitten, I shall have to discipline you. I’m afraid you’ve displeased me not once, not twice, but three times.”

“Three times, Master? What have I done?” Lola was only an occasional brat, and usually behaved as he expected, so she was genuinely surprised.

“You really don’t know? Well, why don’t you remind me about the rule we have about changing your day collars…” This wasn’t a question, but an instruction.

A light-bulb flicked on in Lola’s mind… this is what it was about. She hadn’t been careful enough.

“I can choose which day collar to wear every day, but I cannot wear the same collar for more than two days in a row.”

Indeed, Lola had several day collars, each signifying a particular aspect of her submission or their play, and while she had freedom in her choice of which to wear depending on her mood, her Master had suggested this one rule to ensure she didn’t just wear the same one day after day. He could also ask her to change collar at any time, if he was unhappy with her choice, but he would not do this without good reason.

“Very good, my kitten. And have you respected this rule?”

She looked down at her knees, disappointed in herself and echoing his disappointment in her. “No, Master.”

“You wore your O collar three days in a row last week, did you not?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

“Are you? If you were truly sorry, you wouldn’t have worn your pearl collar three days in a row this week, would you?”

“No, Master.” Lola had been lazy, and perhaps underestimated the importance of respecting this rule. She hadn’t expected it to be enforced. But she knew deep down that a rule without enforcement means nothing, and it was her Master’s responsibility to ensure their rules were respected.

“We discussed this rule only a few weeks ago, did we not?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you agreed willingly to this rule, did you not?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you have broken it twice in two weeks.”

“Yes, Master.” Lola’s voice was becoming more and more timid, as she realized the extent of her disrespect, and as she felt increasingly impressed by the power her Master was demonstrating. His voice betrayed no anger: he was clearly in control of himself, and his clear, deep voice and the calmness and firmness of his words were beginning to reach well beyond her ears… Lola knew she was about to be punished somehow, but the wondered of him using his power over her was making her panties wetter by the second.

“And finally, this morning, you got on the train without a day collar at all…”

“Yes, Master, but I didn’t have time… I was going to put it on later…”

He interrupted her by grabbing her long dark ponytail and jerking it down behind her head, tipping her face up to look at him.

“A kitten without a collar is unowned and wild. Is that what you want to be?”

“No, Master, but…”

“No buts, no excuses, you manage your time and you didn’t leave enough time. Is your belonging to me not important enough for you to make time to put on your collar?”

“Yes, Master, but…”

“You’re making this worse for yourself by trying to make excuses. Are you a feral kitten or an owned kitten?”

“An owned kitten, Master.”

“And who do you belong to?”

“I belong to you, Master.”

“So you know you must never go out without a day collar…”

“Yes, Master.”

They both knew she was only uncollared for a matter of twenty minutes, the time it took to drive to the railway station and jump on the train, and they both knew she was in a rush and couldn’t afford to miss that train. But a rule is a rule, and she knew she needed his discipline to ensure she respected their rules properly.

“Take off your bra.”

Still kneeling, Lola undid the clasp and let her black bra slip down her shoulders, took it off and gave it to him. He got up, leaving her kneeling before his chair, and went to his chest of drawers. Turning her head a little to look in the full-length mirror, Lola could see him opening the second drawer… the one containing his armory of bondage and discipline implements.

He returned with a familiar pair of nipple clamps on a chain. Draping them on his lap as he sat again in the chair, he took each nipple in turn between his firm fingers, squeezing, pulling and twisting as Lola gasped… her nipples were her strongest erogenous zones, more powerful even than her clitoris in terms of stoking her arousal.

He then applied the clamps one at a time, checking that they were at least mostly comfortable, and adjusting the left one when she indicated it was pinching a little.

“What is your safe word, my kitten?”

“Pineapple, Master.”

“Do you need to use it now?”

“No, Master.”

“I believe you are expecting a call from your friend?”

“Yes, that’s right, Master.”

“Then I won’t gag you during your punishment. If she calls you, you’ll be able to speak with her, although I won’t stop.”

That was a new wondered. She’d been punished before, but the idea of having to speak to her friend while being punished… that was… frightening, but actually quite hot. Lola found herself torn between hoping she didn’t call, and hoping she did. Again, this wondered drove her arousal up a notch.

“Stand up, kitten.”

Clothed now only in her black satin panties and her nipple clamps, Lola rose to her feet in one lithe movement, and awaited her next instruction.

“Walk to the bed, and put on your cuffs.”

Lola turned around and walked to the bed, where she saw he had laid out four Velcro cuffs. The clamps weren’t the only things he had taken out of his infamous second drawer.

Lola sat on the bed, but was startled by a quick rebuke:

“No, my kitten. Not on the bed. Good kittens get to jump on the bed. Have you been a good kitten?”

“No, Master,” sighed Lola, knowing that she had been almost completely a very good kitten, but had let herself and her Master down three times.

“So put them on but remain standing.”

“Don’t you want to put the cuffs on me, Master?”

“No, kitten, I want you to put them on.” This wasn’t usual. She liked it when he put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, as if he was expressing his ownership of her, and she enjoyed it when he physically took control of her. It dawned on her that he was intentionally depriving her of that pleasure, and it probably turned him on to see her preparing herself to be bound as he sat there calmly in the armchair.

When she had placed a cuff on each limb, although without yet attaching them to anything, Lola looked again at her Master for instructions, which took a few long seconds to come as he looked at her in silence, their eyes locked.

“Turn around, and take off your panties.”

Lola did as she was asked, turning her back to him, and taking first one leg and then the other out of her panties.

“Not like that, kitten. Put them back on.”

Lola was surprised, but did as she was told. How did he want her to take them off?

“Keep your legs straight, bend over, and slide them all the way down to your ankles, then hold the position. I’ll tell you when you can step out of them.”

Ah, so he wanted a good view? Well, she would give him a view to remember! Lola slowly bent at the waist, her thumbs pulling her panties down inch by inch until she was bent double, her heart-shaped ass in the air, and her black panties around her ankles, still with her thumbs at each side of the stretchy material. She mentally congratulated herself for keeping up with her yoga, which kept her so supple.

“Very good, my kitten. You can step out of them now. Walk over to the bed, bend over and place your hands on the bed.”

Lola did as requested, but was a little too close, and the chain attached to her nipple clamps was draped onto the bed.

“Move backwards, kitten. I want that chain to hang down in mid-air.”

She moved her feet and hands a few inches backwards, so that her hands were now close to the edge of the bed, and her breasts were hanging down above the floor.

Now he stood up and moved to her. He couldn’t withstand a quick rub of her upturned cheeks, followed by a gentle slap. She knew that in this position, she was likely to get a spanking of some kind, and couldn’t wait for it to start.

He took the chain between her nipple clamps, pulled on it a little making her wince in a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure, and then placed the center of the chain in her mouth, which she obediently took between her teeth. This gave a gentle but noticeable pull on her nipples.

“Stay there, kitten. I’ll be back soon.”

What? He was just gonna leave her there in this position? That was… punishment. Ah. She knew he had a reason for everything. How long would he leave her waiting?

He went to his first drawer, the one containing mostly vibrators, dildos and plugs, pulled something out and wrapped it in a convenient towel so she couldn’t see what it was. Then without a word, he walked back past her and out of the bedroom, closing the door and turning the key in the lock. He hardly ever did that! Was this gonna be a minute or an hour? Nonetheless, she daren’t move from the position he had put her in… she already had to atone for three transgressions, and he had never had to punish her for more than one at a time before.

It seemed like a long time, although in reality it was only five minutes while he gave each toy a thorough wash. Of course he washed them before putting them away each time, but he was very careful with anything entering her body, so an extra wash before play was never too much trouble. Having said that, he could have done this while waiting for her to arrive. But he chose to use the washing as a time to leave her in an uncomfortable predicament, thinking about what he had planned for her, and knowing it was likely to be well beyond any punishment she had received before.

As he returned to the bedroom, turning the key and opening the door, he saw that Lola was still in position, still with the chain in her mouth. “That’s better, kitten. I’m sure you’ll be just as good when you take your punishment.”

Ah. So this wasn’t the punishment, and she wasn’t gonna be let off more lightly through her obedience. But at least she wasn’t making things worse for herself.

He placed the towel down on the bed, and she could see there was more than one object hidden within it.

He went to her handbag to pull out her phone, and placed it on the bed in front of her. “If and when your friend calls, it will be good to have your phone to hand. You can accept the call with your nose if your hands are… busy.” So far, her hands were free… would they stay that way? The cuffs were waiting ominously.

“How are your nipples feeling, kitten?”

“Very good, thank you, Master.”

“Then I think we need a little more weight on those clamps.” He went to his third drawer, the one containing outfits and other wearable items, and pulled out a set of chains, like the ones teenagers wear on their jeans. He attached each end to one of the clamps, the chains hanging down between her legs and the bed as she bent over, and the weight pulled down on her nipples, swaying a little with the slightest movement of her torso. He then took the original chain out of her mouth, and played with it for a few seconds, causing her to gasp, before letting it too hang down.

Then he reached into the towel and pulled out their silicone Ben-Wa balls, showing them to her, letting her remember how big they were, and then moving behind her and slowly, deliciously, rubbing them around her pussy and eventually inside her, first one ball, and then the second, leaving the strap outside for him to pull on gently for a few seconds. Clearly his slow, deliberate direction was having the desired effect: Lola was intensely aroused.

He didn’t need to add pleasure to the pain that was to come. He simply wanted to overload her senses so her mind would be completely in the moment with no wondered of anything but her body and what he was doing to her… and why.

* * * * *

“Tell me why you need to be punished.”

“I wore the same collar three days in a row.”

“And that’s against our rules, isn’t it, kitten?”

“Yes, Master.”

“You agreed to those rules, didn’t you, kitten?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And when you disrespect our rules, it is up to me to correct that behavior, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“Pineapple, Master.”

“Do you need to use it now?”

“No, Master.”

“I’m going to give you ten smacks. You will count them, and thank me for each one.”

“Yes, Master.” Lola found herself thinking she was getting off lightly with just ten.

“We will start with a warm-up smack which you can count as zero, to practice. Are you ready, kitten?”

“Yes, Master.”

He gave her a light slap on the left buttock with his left hand.

“Zero!”

“Yes?”

“Ah — zero, thank you, Master!”

“That’s better. Get it wrong and I’ll have to start over.”

SMACK!

This was no light slap: clearly he meant company. The chains attached to her nipple clamps rippled with the shock, and she felt the Ben-Wa balls as her pussy clenched.

“One! Thank you, Master.”

SMACK!

“Two. Thank you, Master.”

He alternated his first few smacks between her left and right buttocks, and Lola counted them out perfectly. Afterwards, he chose randomly, keeping her guessing, but she got to the end of the set without a flaw.

“Ten! Thank you, Master.”

Her ass was beginning to turn delicately red. He wasn’t smacking her unbearably hard, but it was plenty hard enough that she began to feel worried about being able to sit the following day.

“Well done, kitten. You took your punishment well.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“So now you know you must not wear the same day collar for more than two days in a row.”

“Yes, Master. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s a pity that you did it again this week.”

Lola sank… she had wondered it was over, but he was gonna punish her for her second mistake as well? And probably her third too. Oh well, she could take it. In fact, between the intense feeling of his firm hand on her ass and the Ben-Wa balls in her pussy, plus the sense of submission to her master, she found she was enjoying this. So much for punishment! Bring it on…

He returned to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room, opened the second drawer, and returned with the fake-leather flogger. So much for his firm hand… this could sting if he used it with any venom. He raised the handle to her mouth, and Lola obediently opened her teeth to take it, holding it like a dog holds a bone. Not classic kitten behavior, she wondered, but it certainly got her juices going. There she was, bent over with her ass in the air, clamps and chains hanging from her nipples, a toy in her pussy, and a flogger in her mouth. At her Master’s mercy.

He went back to his second drawer… yet another trip to the other side of the room! He could have taken everything he needed out at once, but he was prolonging the agony, showing how meticulous he was, and building her anticipation excruciatingly.

He came back with an 18-inch spreader bar, and moving her legs aside a little, he attached each end to her ankles. It wasn’t at all uncomfortable: really, her feet were still only shoulder-width aside. But it served three purposes. First, it made her feel more at his mercy. Second, it restricted her potential foot movement. Third and most importantly, it spread her cheeks just enough for his next plan.

He returned to the towel, and pulled out a small silicone butt plug. With the help of some qualified lube and a helping finger, he gently but firmly inserted it into her smallest hole. Once again, he was upping the ante when it came to her sensory overload, and she thought whether he would be doing the same with his flogging.

After wiping down the excess lube and carefully washing his hands with gel, he took the flogger from her mouth, and gave her the same instructions as before: ten lashes, to be counted with thanks each time.

CRACK! The pain was not too intense, but since he tended to hit harder with each stroke, she worried it might get unbearable by the tenth lash.

“One! Thank you, Master.”

He swished and slashed, sometimes hitting the tops of her thighs, sometimes gently dragging the fronds tantalizingly between her legs before cracking his flogger against her increasingly reddening buttocks. As she counted upwards towards ten, he took more and more time between each slash, but then nine and ten came in quick succession, one on each cheek.

“Nine, thank you, Master — ten, thank you Master!”

“Very good, kitten. You’ve taken your punishment well.”

“Thank you, Master. I’m being a good kitten for you, Master.”

“But you weren’t a good kitten this morning, were you?”

And there it was… her third misdemeanor.

“What did you do this morning?”

“I went out without my collar, Master.”

“And what is a kitten without a collar?”

“A stray, a feral kitten, Master.”

“An unowned kitten. Are you unowned?”

“No, Master, I’m yours, Master.”

“You belong to me?”

“Yes, Master, completely.”

“Then you must wear your collar. This is very important. Wearing your collar means you belong to me. If you fail to wear it, you are disrespecting me, and disavowing our relationship. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”

“We’ll see about that. First, I think it’s time to release your nipples.”

He carefully released her nipple clamps, one after the other. The rush of blood to her newly-freed points caused her intense pain, followed by relief, but she could feel how sensitive they were. Especially when he began to swish his flogger against her pendulous breasts, gently but enough to make her gasp each time a frond brushed a nipple.

He had never flogged or smacked her breasts before, but Lola made a mental note that this was something she would like him to do more often. If this was to be her third and final punishment, she was more than happy to take it.

He put the flogger down, moved behind her, and carefully pulled out the small silicone plug. “We won’t be needing this any more.” Better and better, wondered Lola, who enjoyed having her ass fucked but took little pleasure in having it plugged.

He then went back to his towel and pulled out his biggest metal plug with a red jewel base. Lola’s relief at having the first plug removed was short-lived: if taking that from behind was like a thumb, this one was more like a torpedo. He presented it to her mouth, and she obediently opened wide for it, remembering how thick it was. She had only taken this once before, and if most spanking was more like funishment for her, this gigantic heavy metal plug was definitely more of a real punishment.